Amy shuddered as her bonds were taken off and she could rub her sore wrists. She stared up at Willy as he set down, his face full of lust.
"Please, Willy," she said. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I wanna fuck you," he said. "Real bad."
"Hey!" Rhoda shouted. "Remember what I said, you horny little fucker, wait!"
Willy stared back a little guiltily and Rhoda strolled over, tapping the cane in her hand. She ran the tip of the cane over Amy's trembling mouth, smiling nastily at the terrified girl.
"Believe me," she said softly. "When you are through tonight, you'll be totally fucked out, trust me. Now get this one back to the table."
"Oh no!" Amy whispered as Willy pulled her out of the chair and almost threw her back toward the table.
"Sit!" he shouted.
In mortal fear, Amy did as she was told, sitting in her chair, her eyes down. On the other side of the table, Shaun was helping Erica sit down, holding the chair mockingly for her. Erica burst into tears as her sore ass reached the chair seat. She jumped up, rubbing her asscheeks until Shaun forced her back down.
"It don't hurt that much, you cunt," he said, sitting down beside her and running his hand over her thigh. "Fuck, look at you."
Erica wept. She glanced at Amy and the two of them shared a look of horror before Rhoda sat down and shuffled the cards.
"From now on," Rhoda said, "the loser has to take something off."
She smiled brightly and looked around the table.
Rhoda carried on as if nothing had happened.
She dealt and, in a nightmare, the two girls picked up their cards and looked at them. They didn't mean a thing to either of them, but they laid them down when they were told and waited for their fate.
The tension got worse in the room as the hands went around. For some reason the cousins didn't understand, the boys began to lose a lot. They were soon out of most of their clothes, their bulging cocks becoming more and more evident. Even Louis lost a lot. He didn't say anything, though his eyes now made no pretense of staring right at the two terrified girls, drinking in their beauty. He just got up when he lost and took something off.
More drinks arrived and the girls sipped them when they were told to. The card went around and soon the men were all down to their shorts and grinning wildly at the two girls.
Finally Rhoda lost. She smiled and stood up, spreading her thighs and sliding her hands up her slit skirt.
"I lost real bad," she said. "I think I should take two things off." She walked slowly around to where Shaun stared up at her luscious long legged figure. "My belt is real tight. Would you be a darling and undo it for me?"
Amy and Erica shivered and snaked a glance at each other, their eyes meeting in helpless fear.
"Sure," Shaun said, trying to be cool. His fingers shook uncontrollably as he reached out and took hold of Rhoda's wide leather belt, puffing it out and letting the end fall loose.
"Mmmnnn!" Rhoda moaned. "Now the zipper, darling!"
She turned and Shaun's fingers fumbled with her zipper until he managed to jerk it down to the base.
Without another word, Rhoda put her spiked heel up on the table and stepped up. She slid her skirt down her legs, standing right over the shivering Amy, her long stockinged legs spreading as she stepped out of the skirt and tossed it onto the floor.
Amy flinched and gasped at the sight. Underneath the skin, Amy wore a leather bodice with strings at the back that held it really tight, accentuating her figure and puffing her slim waist in until it looked really uncomfortable. The bottom of the bodice stopped above her swelling asscheeks and black leather panties took over from there, clinging tight to the curves of her ass. There was a zipper in the panties, right around Rhoda's pussy and into her asscrack. Below the panties stretched the suspender straps that held up Rhoda's black stockings.
Rhoda twisted one of her spiked heels into the table top.
"Stand up," she said to Amy.
Amy felt as if she was passing out as cube obeyed. She stood shaking from head to toe beneath Rhoda contemptuous stare.
"Undo the buttons of my blouse," Rhoda said.
The young girl shuddered and gasped, unsure of the terror facing her. She reached up and tried to ease the top button open. It gave after a little, showing the top of Rhoda's cleavage.
"All of them," Rhoda said.
Amy bit her lip, weeping softly as she undid the next button, and the next. What she had originally taken to be Rhoda's slip was the top of the bodice, and it hardly covered Rhoda's tits at all. A plain piece of black leather covered the lower halfs of the swelling orbs, almost to Rhoda's nipples. Below that, the bodice tightened quickly into the blonde's waist. Rhoda's tits were just right for her body, a good handful, standing up with no support from the bodice top. She grinned at Amy as the young girl finished and stood by her chair, her head down.
Rhoda slid the blouse off, letting it slip down her ass until she could throw it away.
"DO YOU think I'm beautiful?" she asked, spreading her thighs and playing with the zipper in her leather panties.
Amy broke into sobs and put her hands over her face.
"You stupid little cunt!" Rhoda snapped, and slapped Amy's hands out of the way. "Look at me!"
Amy tried to keep her eyes on Rhoda's figure, but she was so terrified it was difficult.
"Now, do you think I'm beautiful?"
"Yes!" Amy whispered, thinking that was the right answer.
"Put your hand here," Rhoda said, flicking the toggle of the zipper on her panties.
"Oh, God!" Amy whispered as she obeyed. Her fingers could only just hold the zipper as she kept her head down and waited.
"Pull it down," Rhoda said, spreading her thighs even more, her spiked heels scraping on the table top. "Just think, there are two boys around this table who are creaming their shorts wanting to do that."
"Please, please!" Amy whimpered as she pulled on the zipper and it slid easily, moving down and showing a hint of Rhoda's blonde pussyhair as it reached the base of her cunt and began to move round into her ass.
"Stop," Rhoda said. "Now, reach in, go on."
"Uuurrhhh!" Amy moaned, her whole body in a fever of horror and fear.
"Reach!" Rhoda snapped. "You're going to lose the next round of cards, my little bitch, so don't but me! I just might whip you, what whip to!"
Amy sneaked another glance at Erica. Her cousin was shivering in the chair. Erica's tits thrust at the front of her slip, but she was trying to hide them from Louis' stare as he leaned over her, his hand on his cock, staring at her body.
"Ignore him," Rhoda said, turning to Erica. "He just likes to jerk off. He can't get it up for a real woman. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he's rich, so I keep him around." She turned back to Amy. "Get on with it!"
Amy's hand trembled so much she could hardly push it into the gap in Rhoda's panties. Inside, it was hot and her fingers ran over Rhoda's pussylips and, as the blonde jerked her hips, into the gash of her cunt. It was wet, and Amy could feel the trembling of Rhoda's clit as she touched it.
"Caress me," Rhoda said, "or you'll be right over that chair."
Amy ran her fingers over Rhoda's clit, feeling them getting wetter by the second. Rhoda gave a low moan and eased her thighs eve farther open.
"Yeah!" she moaned. "Not bad. Keep it up and you might eyen escape the whip!" She gave a moan and rubbed her clit over Amy's fingers. "Do you know why I get so wet?"
"No!" Amy whispered.
"Because I love whipping little girls into shape and making them behave!" Rhoda moaned. "Almost as much as I love cock! Ohhh, that's right, I might even come, wouldn't that be nice?"
Amy wept in horror as she caressed Rhoda's pussy, her fingers rasping on the sides of the zipper as she moved them over the hot, wet flesh. To one side, Willy leaned in and leered, his eyes taking in the depraved scene. Shaun was watching Erica, his hand on his cock.
"Spread your legs," Louis said to the terrified girl. "Come on, show me your pussy."
"Please, don't!" Erica cried.
"I don't like fucking women," Louis said. "Don't like my cock getting dirty. But I love to whip them, now open your legs and show me your pussy! Yeahhh, just like that!"
With a total lack of shame, he pulled his cock out of his pants and started to caress it, stroking the rock-hard length as he took in the beauty of Erica's body.
Erica sat in her chair, her thighs open and the white of her panties showing under her little slip as Louis stared and slowly worked his cock. Her mouth was tight as she wept in shame.
"Ease your bra down," Louis said, his voice getting ragged. "Just a little, yeah, just a little."
In her terror Erica slid the lacy top of her bra down, pushing her slip top with it and showing the curves of her upper tits to his perverted gaze. He gasped, his ass jerked up in the chair and his hand kept up the slow pumping of his throbbing cock.
"Mrnmmm!" Rhoda moaned, her legs opening farther and her spiked heels digging into the table top. "Yeahhh, oh yeahhh!"
She heaved against Amy's fingers, her hot pussygash rubbing over the young girl's hand. She gasped and gave a long shudder, her pussy gushing juices over Amy's fingers. She sighed as she conic, her ass circling and her fingers rubbing her nipples. She gave a final moan and stopped, her pussy still throbbing on Amy's hand.
"Take your hand out," she said.
Amy pulled her fingers out fast, putting her wet hand down by her side and gasping as the strong odor of a woman in heat wafted up to her.
"Sit," Rhoda said, and turned, zipping her panties back up and pacing across the table, scattering cards and tokens all over the place. "Fuck it, Louis, can't you wait?"
Louis was gasping and jerking in his chair, his hand speeding up on his cock as he stared at Erica's wonderful body.
"Hold it in, you stupid fucker!" Rhoda shouted, and strode to the table edge, slamming her spiked heel down close to him.
He looked up at her, his hand slowing, gripping his cock as he tried to stop himself shooting off.
"Not until I've got the dress off this one," Rhoda said. "Come on, you stupid fucker, the boys have got to wait, so do you."
"Fuuuuck!" Louis moaned as he gripped his cock and slowed himself down, his throbbing prick swelling painfully. "You bitch!"
"You stupid jerk-off!" Rhoda snapped. "You're worse than a cockroach!"
"Bitch," Louis said, but Rhoda ignored him. She stepped off the table and sat in her chair, sweeping together the cards that she could see.
"Hey, Rhoda!" Shaun gasped. "When do we get to fuck these two?"
"Coming up," Rhoda said. "Jesus, come an, tell me, aren't you harder than you've ever been before?"
"Of course!" Shaun gasped.
"And you'll probably come three times before your cocks even go down, right?"
"Yeaaaahh," Willy said.
"Stick with me, baby. By the time I let you have them, you'll shoot five times before you go down," Rhoda said.
Amy stared at her cards. They didn't mean anything. She put them down and Rhoda inspected them all.
"You lose," she said. "Up and get that dress off."
Somehow Amy had hoped she might avoid this moment. Sweat broke out all over her body as she slowly got to her feet. She glanced at Erica, who had her eyes down again, trying to avoid Louis' endless leer. Amy's head spun. The boys had their eye glued to her and their cocks seemed to have grown another six inches or more. Amy's trembling fingers went to the top button of her dress, but she knew she couldn't do it. She couldn't reveal her body to these horrible people. With a scream, she broke and ran for the door.
She pulled the handle, twisting it frantically as Rhoda slowly got up from the table and strolled toward her, the cane in her hand.
Rhoda took her time, enjoying Amy's panic-stricken struggles at the door.
"Well," she said, stroking the cane in her hand. "At the moment, you get six strokes of this for trying to escape."
Amy screamed and struggled with the handle, her body jerking with the effort.
"I'm going to start counting," Rhoda said. "Upward from six. When you stop with the handle, that's the number of strokes you'll ge. Seven."
"Aaahhh!" Amy screamed, pulling at the door, her mind spinning.
"Eight. Nine."
"No, no!" Amy cried.
"Ten, eleven, twelve," Rhoda said, and Amy broke, falling to the carpet and sobbing in horror. "Get up!"
Amy clawed at the door, struggling up on legs that had gone rubbery in her fear. She sobbed, leaning against the door as she faced Rhoda and the horrible cane.
"Over to the table," Rhoda said.
Amy moaned as she obeyed, her shoes twisting as her legs wobbled. She reached the table and shivered under the horrible gaze of the men there. Willy and Shaun grinned and watched, while Louis' eyes feasted on Erica's body, his hand hovering over his cock.
"You have a choice," Rhoda said, stroking the cane. "If you take that dress off now, you get the twelve strokes. If you don't, I'll double it and then you can take it off. Or I'll double it again. Gets real painful."
Amy shrieked in horror. She knew Rhoda would do it and she knew she was trapped. She took hold of the top button of her dress and opened it.
"Yeah!" Shaun sighed, staring as the curves of Amy's tits showed. "Look at that, boys!"
Weeping and shivering, Amy opened the next button. Like Erica, she was wearing a bra and slip, and the lacy tops of her undergarments came into view as her white summer dress eased away from her body. She avoided their eyes as she undid the last button and let the dress slide down her lovely curves. It dropped below her slip hem, showing her thighs and the delicious lines of her stockings. With a sob, she let ft drop to the floor and stepped out of it, putting it over a chair.
"See, boys," Rhoda said, "it's all worth it, hey? Look at that body."
"I'm looking," Willy said, his eyes feasting on Amy's soft white flesh.
"Okay," Rhoda said. "Special treat for two horny boys who obeyed orders. How about a blow-job each? Then we can get down to some serious fucking."
"Ooohhh, fuck, yeah!" Shaun gasped.
"You can wait!" Rhoda snapped at Louis as he leaned toward her. "Keep your cock in your pants and you can have it when the boys are done! I'll even hold them for you, you slimy jerk!"
"Fuck you," Louis said, but he leaned back in his chair and kept his hand away from his cock.
"Okay, good," Rhoda said. "You, over that chair!"
"No, no!" Amy screamed, panicking again. She turned and looked, at the door.
Rhoda came up to her again, the cane in her hand. She smiled at the shivering girl and stroked the thin wood softly.
"Again, I give you a choice," she said. "Ain't that nice of me? If you go over that chair back yourself and don't struggle, I'll stop whipping you when you actually suck Willy's cock. If you struggle, then I'll whip you until you've sucked every last drop of cum out of it. How about that?"
"What?" Amy asked. "What do you mean? Suck? What? What do you mean?"
Rhoda laughed. "You can't be that innocent. Suck his cock, got that? Put his cock in your mouth and suck it until cum shoots out of it. It tastes wonderful, believe me."
"No, no!" Amy gasped, panic overwhelming her again. She backed up, her body trembling and her mind spinning in horror.
"Get her, boys!"
"Yeahhh!" Willy yelled as he and Shaun launched themselves out of their chairs.
Amy screamed helplessly as she was hustled over to the chair and forced down over the back, her legs struggling just as Erica's had done. She screeched and sobbed, struggling as she was held, but it didn't do her any good.
"Please, no!" she cried as her ankles were lashed to the back legs of the chair. "Don't, don't!"
But he pulled her arms out and soon she was lashed tightly across the chair back, her ass in her little slip sticking up in the air and her legs shaking in her pale stockings. She moaned, her face close to the pillows, her arms stretched out and her wrists painfully bent, lashed to the wooden legs below her.
"You," Rhoda said to Erica. "Are you going to be sensible?"
"Not that, not what you said!" Erica screamed. "Not that!"
"Boys," Rhoda said, and they grabbed her. "Sit her down in that chair."
As Erica screamed and wept. Shaun and Willy forced her into the high-backed chair that Amy had been lashed to. They took her hands and tied them.
"No, don't, please, no!" Erica groaned as Willy put a thick black collar around her neck and clipped it to the middle of the chair back, holding her head almost rigidly still. She strained against the collar, but her neck hurt almost immediately and she gave up.
Willy pulled her ankles out and tied them to the bottom of the chair legs. Finally they slipped a thick belt around her waist and tightened that around, the back of the chair.
"Now," Rhoda said, "pull it over there, on the table. On its back."
Erica gave a scream, but the boys picked up the chair and laid it on the table. Now she was lying on her back, her legs up, bent at the knees, her head hanging over the edge of the table and the back of the chair. Her little slip fell onto her tummy, exposing her thighs and the white of her panty-covered pussy. She struggled against the bonds that held her wrists, but they just cut into her flesh.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. She looked up and there was Amy, lashed as helplessly as she was. The two girls burst into fresh tears.
"Now, my two sweethearts," Rhoda said. She leaned over Erica and slid her hands over the bound girl's neck, moving down toward her tits. "You're gonna suck cock, baby. Suck lots of cock. And if any of Shaun's cum gets on the chair, you'll lick it up, got that?"
Her hand reached Erica's bra and pushed inside.
"Oh, don't, don't do that!" Erica cried. She tried to lift her head and look, but Rhoda pushed her back down and went on, her fingers playing over the helpless girl's tits.
"Let's have this open," Rhoda said, and reached around Erica for the clip of her bra. As Erica moaned and twisted, Rhoda's expert fingers reached the tiny clip and opened it. She pulled the bra cups away and pushed at the slip.
"No, no, don't!" Erica gasped, struggling and jerking. But Rhoda tore it, and Erica's little slip parted at the top and began to rip down. Rhoda stopped once, then ripped again, parting the slip almost to the waist and tossing the sides open.
"Not bad," Rhoda said, and stepped back. "Worth waiting for, boys?"
Erica's tits were worth waiting for. Small, thrusting and firm, they heaved with her sobs as she lay lashed to the chair, her bra cups slipping away and falling onto the chair back with every movement she made. Her slip hem was slipping up her body, too, showing more and more of her pussy-hugging white panties.
"Now," Rhoda said, "get me the small cat, Shaun."
"Uh, sure," he said, and rushed to the closet. Erica strained to see what a cat was and gave a horrible scream when she saw. It was a whip with a short handle and many tails, each one about two feet long and tightly knotted at regular intervals. Shaun rushed up to Rhoda and gave her the terrible whip.
"Now," Rhoda said, "I'm going to show you how to use this."
She stood over Erica's face and Erica gave a long scream of horror. The scream got louder as Rhoda dropped the cat tails and let them drape over Erica's lovely, heaving tits.
"Don't be stupid when you use a whip," Rhoda said, trailing the cat tails over Erica's heaving tit-mounds. "Don't damage the merchandise. It doesn't work too well then, got that?"
"Yeah," Shaun said, his eyes on Erica's tits. "Pain gets you what you want when use it properly," Rhoda said. "Like this."
Erica stared up at the terrible woman. Rhoda's body jerked, her tits jutting out as she held the cat and lifted it over Erica's body. Rhoda spread her legs around Erica's face, her hot pussy pressing so close that Erica could feel the heat through the tight leather panties.
Erica saw the cat out of the corner of her eye as it lashed down and the most terrible pain rushed out of her tits.
"Aaaghhh!" she screamed, and bucked like a wild thing in the chair, her arms twisting, her whole body on fire. Agony burst out of her tit flesh as the tight leather tails beat in.
"See, don't get carried away," Rhoda said. "Whip her as much as you like, but don't damage the merchandise."
She gave Erica another stroke and the helpless girl leaped in the chair, screaming and wailing.
"Got that?" Rhoda asked.
"You bet," Shaun said, and took the cat from her.
Erica stared up at her one-time boyfriend, her sobs almost choking her. He took his cock out of his shorts and let it slide over her mouth, caressing her lips, the rock-hard length pulsating with lust. Erica had never seen anything so big before, it was seven or eight inches of hard male cock, and she was sure she could never get it inside her innocent mouth.
Shaun trailed the cat tails over her reddened tits.
"Boy!" he gasped. "Are you gonna suck cock! Right down your throat, honey, oh fuck, I've waited for this too long!"
"Oh, no please, Shaun, please!" Erica sobbed, but the cat was going up and Shaun's throbbing cock pushed at her mouth.
Rhoda walked over to the sobbing, struggling Amy as she hung on the chair back. Willy stood in front of the moaning girl, his cock out, running it close to her lips and she wept and begged him to stop.
Rhoda slid her hands up over Amy's lovely, tight asscheeks.
"Oh, these are real nice," she said. She slid Amy's slip up out of the way and caressed Amy's flesh through the little panties. Amy sobbed and struggled, but she was bound too tightly. Her ass twisted helplessly.
Rhoda picked up the cane and slid it over Amy's ass, pushing it under her lacy suspender straps and puffing at them a little.
"As I recall," she said, "you have twelve strokes coming to you, right?"
She slid the cane back out of Amy's suspender straps.
"Ohhhh, God!"
The cane cut her ass hard, lashing down and beating a thin line of agony across her tight flesh.
"Noooo! Aaagahhh!" Amy screamed, jerking on the chair back, her frantic jerk making the chair bounce on the carpet.
"You have twelve of these coming to you, right?"
"Aaahhh, no, please!" Amy screamed in real agony as she took another stroke across her ass. As she screamed, Willy pushed his hard cock at her mouth and it slid inside. In desperation, she pulled her head away. "I said, you have."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Amy screamed. "I have, I have!"
"If, by the time I've given you the twelve, you've got Willy's cock in your mouth, then I'll stop," Rhoda said. "If not, then you get whipped until he comes in your mouth."
Amy choked in desperate horror. She stared at Willy's hard cockhead, bouncing inches from her lips. The hint of his salty jizz lingered in her mouth from just the split second of contact. She would rather die than take his prick into her mouth again.